Thursday, October 11, 2007

dreary day dreams

man, i wish it was nice out.

props to ps following up on my fire alarm going off yesterday.

i don't have too much to say today.

but i definitely was not a fan of monday becoming tuesday. that is ludicrous, especially since i lost a precious day off. why does the university feel the need to do this?

my greatest gripe, however, is the fact that a long weekend isn't even relaxing. I had two quizzes when i came back for tuesday. I probably would have rather went to school for the entire weekend.

i am just not that kind of learner, unfortunately. It is much too hard to motivate oneself on a long weekend.

more or less, enjoy the shit weather - i have to go sign my beach house lease and pretend i am still a student here.

be real.

Wednesday, October 3, 2007

JP Porretta's column of pop culture truths

176 comments. in the world of the fairfield mirror, that is a lot of comments. and it's not on an environmental story, a loan scandal or even the passing of Kristen Duhamel.

it's always at the top of the recently commented list. 176 comments on a column explaining exactly why emo sucks. and that is awesome.

alright, JP Porretta's column was something different; i'll give him that. he drew the ire of an entire group of poseurs and he didn't come out of it with a scratch on him.

(probably because emo kids are pussies)

i never would have thought, however, that his perspective on why emo sucks would create such an online stir (whoever cited his column on wikipedia needs to get a life)

kudos to him. it is a finely written piece. and it certainly isn't a topic i would tackle.

i don't even know who is emo anymore. in high school, i always thought brand new, taking back sunday and dashboard suck were emo. anyway, i would not get heated about it. maybe i'm too passive, but arguing over music sucking is like arguing over art that sucks. if it sucks or if it doesn't suck, who is to say?

that is what i love about opinion pieces; they allow a writer to voice his sentiments, regardless of what his readers think. that is freedom. and that is beautiful.

am i saying that he should just let the kids have their music and pretend to live these destitute, world against me lives?

no.

he is making an observation about a culture that is recognized. and that sucks.

that is just my opinion. take it for what it is worth which in this case is pretty little.

rage against the machine is my favorite band and i'm sure there are plenty of people who have something to say about them.

basically, when it becomes trendy for guys to wear women's jeans and eye makeup, then it might be time to find a new fad.

be real.

and don't whine like emo kids.

Sunday, September 30, 2007

bittersweet

well i sold my tickets to the met game last week and now i feel like an absolute shmuck.

i'm a huge fan, but i couldn't bear to watch them blow the division and watch a meaningless sunday game. but this game is far from meaningless.

john maine yesterday, by the by, what a game.

anyway, so i have a ton of work to do for tomorrow because i am a master putter offer of work. my buddy, however, called me right before the drunken stupor set in last night and informed me that he had an extra ticket to see bob dylan at harbor yard. elvis costello is opening up. yea, bob dylan's voice is beat now but the ticket's free so i will be sitting back just enjoying.

even better, how many people will be able to say they saw dylan, even if it is at the end of his career?

let's go mets because they already blew it. now it's time to stake a claim to what is rightfully theirs - the sucky national league. we'll know by tonight.

I almost forgot - FUCK PHILLY - ever since the phils made their run at the mets division, fans have come out of the woodwork supporting their team.

that is garbage.

public safety sucks.

be real.

Thursday, September 27, 2007

musings from the cloud

newspaper meeting, a good turnout i must say.

it was outrageously humid today and i didn't wear underwear yesterday.

thursday night with no class on friday is most definitely the testicles.

however, having two days off every week (tuesday and friday) is definitely not helping my overall health.

i have been divorced from the gym for two years.

i could breast feed. it's time to go back to the gym.

public safety is a bunch of hooligans who terrorize students and create more problems than they help.

i'm done with fusa - probably for the rest of my time at fairfield. or at least until they fuck up the concert again.

bruce springstein has a new cd coming out - jersey still sucks. and stinks.

most importantly, this school has to care more about the kids and less about the egos.

all broad statements but hey, it's my blog. not yours and not fairfield's.

be real.

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

my throat feels like a dog's asshole

well not quite but i'm pretty sure it's close if i actually knew what a dog's asshole felt like?

anyway, i'm feeling quitting smoking cigarettes soon. i think it's time not just because it is a disgusting habit but because it is killing me.

if i quit, if i don't then i don't. We're all going to die someday. I could get lung cancer and not even smoke cigarettes. I'm not condoning smoking. picking it up was the stupidest decision i've made outside of sticking around at fairfield. na, i'm just playing - i love this snow globe.

anyway, here's the score - FUSA IS GOING TO GET IT BECAUSE THEY CAN'T HANDLE THE HEAT

be real

Thursday, September 20, 2007

why no drunk bus?

Regardless of the strained town/gown relations, it is god damn irresponsible for the school to not have a drunk bus. While they acknowledge that students do drink, they refuse to be associated with anything that associates them with the drinking.

So essentially, as far as Fairfield U is concerned, I would be better served jumping in my car loaded, potentially crashing, even more likely getting a DUI now that they have so many of those damn cop checks on Post road, all because the University does not want to offer a simple solution.

My freshman year, I do not care what anyone says but I was at the boobytrap and walked out to find a Datco Fairfield bus down the block and me and my roommate caught it back to campus. Everyone on it was tit hammered. I believe the CT post wrote a little something on it. Good.

The mirror posed the question last year - i'm going to look into it again because it's not right that such a simple solution is such a problem.

And FUCK Fairfield cab - you're liable to end up in another state with those alchy bastards driving you around.

be real

Sunday, May 6, 2007

in the library

to say the least, this sucks

Friday, May 4, 2007

it's the end of the world as we know it

well, it's only a 4 month layoff but i feel like either A) everyone cannot wait to be home or B) everyone doesn't want this semester to end. I know that I don't.

rangers are on tonight - if they win, the series is over in my opinion.

spiderman 3 came out - i probably won't get around to seeing that but the word is that it is filthy.

i don't think i have a stomach anymore, eaten away by the 3 B's: Barone, Booze and Big Macs.

Joe Joe from the caf told me to study hard yesterday. Now that's good advice.

Monday, April 30, 2007

what i came out of this weekend with

I'm not going to bitch and moan - this was one of the most absurd weekends i have ever had at Fairfield. I don't even know what prompted me and so many others to drink ourselves to death but there was a specific kind of feeling.

It spurred you to drink more and more. Well it's Fairfield, what do you expect? There was nothing else to do and May Day wasn't even in the Quad. It was disappointing to wake up and not see the cotton candy machine and the sumo wrestler suits. I felt absolutely no school spirit by having the event over by Lessings Field. People were just milling around looking for food - last year, people were into the scene. The whole mood just wasn't there this weekend so everyone just went and got blasted.


and it was excellent

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

smoking and ambition

this weather is so nice i don't want to do anything but sit outside and relax - i've probably taken 20 years off of my life this weekend alone - too many cigarettes - but quitting right now just doesn't seem possible. obviously i feel like crap most of the time and, ultimately, i am hurting myself in the long run, but i just can't bring myself to do it.

i don't know why anyone would smoke. it literally does kill you. a girl just walked by my window smoking a cigarette and i wondered how she started and if she regretted it. i'll tell you, it was the worst decision of my life but at the same time, what are you going to do. there's gotta be a reason for TRUTH propaganda commercials and pack a day smokers who live until they're 90. i don't think i would be that fortunate.

maybe i'm afraid of getting fat

maybe i already am fat

maybe it doesn't matter either way

one day i'll be smoke free

until then, i will smoke my last cig and head over the gas station.

oh and it's expensive too

Sunday, April 22, 2007

i am shot

This has been one of the least productive yet surprisingly refreshing weekends I've ever had at Fairfield. That's not saying all that much since traditions at Fairfield have disappeared faster than my current attention span.

Class has become a daily struggle - the cold I've been battling, professors, has been keeping me grounded with my usual cigarettes really the only way I can enjoy the gorgeous weather.

Anyway, it's time to go to sleep because I feel like I haven't slept in days.

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

sympathy

i've been too busy even to realize the full spectrum of the tragedy that occurred this week at Va. tech. it affects all of us and we need to realize that something like this can happen anywhere. and we can't hate koreans because the kid who did was a recluse, fitting the profile of the columbine kids.

no use rehashing already sore wounds, my condolences go out to all those in any way connected.

i'm at barone right now which means the runs are coming strong and swift.

take care

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

feeling crappy with cigarettes

i feel like dog ass.


i actually don't know how a dog's ass feels like but i can imagine this is how i would feel if i was actually in a dog's asshole.


it's been raining out for too long, i almost don't remember that it's supposed to be spring time. i'm at a loss: tired, burnt out from school, sick with what feels like the flu, a long night of drinking ahead and school work that i don't know how exactly i am going to finish before the end of the semester.

imus should not have been fired - black people and white people both need to change. an open mind, not power hungry, slobs like al sharpton and jesse jackson, (reverends of propoganda if you ask me) will spur change. the way people think, the way they interact, they were they treat each other and how they treat themselves all tie into this. oh yea, i heard from the reverends already but why haven't any women's rights groups said anything about the "hoe" in "nappy headed hos"

getting up tomorrow will be miserable especially when i feel like this - i'll probably step in a puddle in front of jogues and have to walk through the day with a wet sock - i'll get back, shoe will probably smell like a wet dog with diareah and i'll be in the same predicament as i am right now.

maybe i'll get lucky tonight, who knows but for now, it's time for a cigarette.

Sunday, April 15, 2007

It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood

Well, I drank too much last night and that micro economics test is in a couple hours. It's a beautiful day though so that gives me reason to believe that I once again will not be passing a micro test.

I was thinking about a couple things after I threw up this morning. Walking through the quad, people talk about so much nonsensical but important to them stuff. Have we really become a Fairfield community of idiots? Who discusses an interesting book they read on their own time or a documentary they just watched about social injustices?

I'll say this though and I don't think this is different at most schools, but nobody cares about discussing Iraq or Don Imus when they could just kick back, light a cigarette and crack a St. Pauly Girl. I'll blame the school for that: classes here are either really good or really bad. There's no in between for the simple reason that if the teacher sucks, you're stuck with either a rediculous amount of busy work or a class under your belt that kept you well rested in your bed.

Sometimes, the choices we make are not sound by anyone’s standards; that’s the reason we’re students at Fairfield. It’s because we’re not quite there yet in the world where we can venture out on our own, so we live in dorms like Jogues instead. I’d say that’s a fair trade off.

Sure, there are more constructive things to do other than getting plastered. But you cannot choose when you’ll have a heavy work week or when you’ll have time to unwind a little. And that’s the whole problem. Erratic schedules and bedtimes that are the beginning of a day for some people leave very little “me” time.

So go out, have a good time, don't sweat what doesn't matter and if you grab a no name heavy, make sure you do not call her back.